How do I tell of a story that spans thousands of years and hundreds of Historical characters? Knowing something so well but hardly able to speak it. Its a curse, to hold such understanding and knowledge but not be able to relate it, only to be able to blurt random bits of information, hoping that someone will understand. To not be respected as an authority and yet you lived the experience, you see it, know it, like unraveling the blueprint handed to you by the Architect. . To be the first one to alert people the labyrinth is burning and no one can hear your voice, or if they do they don’t believe it, as they walk through the the flames not understanding why they are burning. The labyrinth is on fire, it is being destroyed, it is the end of the age, and this old pattern will not continue, its time for a new paradigm, it is time for the curse to be broken.
The rise of Mary Magdalene has begun. Since the release of the Da vinci Code, Magdalene has hit the mainstream, no longer playing a small part in the Bible, she has become the feminine counterpart to Jesus/Yahshuah. Catholic Church labeled her as a prostitute, but why? Was it because they themselves already understood the secrets of the Magdalene and wanted to keep it for themselves? To keep the Archetype lowly and in servitude to them? I believe this answer is Yes and not only do they keep the class of women in servitude branded as Nuns, in many cases they stole them from their families and enslaved them, even beyond death as they use their bones as a majickal talisman to further enslave them for their work in the underworld. Magdalene was the feminine counterpart to Yahshuah, his bride, it must be so. In order to fulfill all the laws, it was required for him to have a wife and to produce fruit, the first commandment. Why did he choose her? Not much is written or known about her, except the little we know in the Torah and a handful of extra biblical books.
Some assume that she was a prostitute, some say rich, and yet no one truly knows, but we do know her name.
Miriam means bitter water, it has deeper meanings as well, however for brevity we will stick with the simple meaning. Magdala means tower, elegant or great. All together, Bitter water great elegant tower. Water also is a nod towards the Water Bearer, Aquarius. So we could say that Magdalene was holding bitter water for the masses. She had every right to, her husband had been betrayed on such a mass level its hard to perceive, her closest friends had all but scattered and left her, except for a small handful, here according to the Golden Legend, it says that she and a few disciples got into a rudderless boat and headed for wherever it was to take them, which ends up being the south of France. It is here where we find what are now known as the French Mysteries. Magdalene at the center and her bearing the supposed child of Yahshuah, a daughter named Sarah, ie Princess.
I literally walked the footsteps of Yahshuah and Mary Magdalene. First during Israels Jubilee year in July 1998, and it was during the week of Magdalene’s feast day. I had no idea at that time about Magdalene, I just found myself in Israel with some friends, I was young and wholly ignorant of any extra biblical texts, but looking back I was involved in something I couldn’t understand for another 18 years. At that time I was a practicing Messianc Jew, I had been guided by an inner voice to do Reflexology, being it was something I was familiar with, my mother knew the basics she had learned from an Amish reflexologist. During my training in 2003 I was introduced to essential oils by some of my fellow students, and immediately was excited to learn the craft of aromatherapy. I now am literally anointing peoples feet with oils, yet I was not looking to fulfill some archetype, I was just doing what I loved and my hearts desire.
I decided to start studying sound and its properties of healing, my reasoning being based on Solomons Temple. The Temple played music 24 hrs a day and 7 days a week, I knew there must be something there. My idea was that if I could use the precepts of Solomons Temple on a micro level, than could I experience a small piece of what God was doing? It was then I came onto cymatics and how sound is an invisible shape. In my research led me to meeting a dear friend, Stuart Mitchell. Stuart and his father discovered a code hidden within Rosslyn Chapel, , the same Chapel that was in the movie the Da Vinci Code. Things were starting to form, to tell a story, but I still did not have a grasp on how deeply I was affected. I found that Rosslyn chapel was built by the Knights Templar, and that they were rumored to be the guardian of the Magdalene, or as some say Venus. I walked that path, in September of 2015 when I visited Stu in Edinburgh. On the anniversary of the foundation stone of Rosslyn Chapel was laid, St. Matthew’s Day, September 21 he took me to Rosslyn. As I walked in the door I burst out crying, I have only done this once before in my life, as the plane was landing in Israel, at the first glimpse of the land I burst into uncontrollable weeping, this wouldn’t be my last time either.
https://stuart-mitchell.com/rosslyn.html
One of the most important events of my life happened at Rosslyn Chapel. As we were standing outside in the court yard, we were talking to the guide about the recently discovered bee hives built into the chapel’s pinnacles. There the bees had a permanent beehive built right into the roof, the Sinclair’s had dedicated this entire chapel to Venus (Magdalene?) according to Rich Merrick study of Rosslyn Chapel in his book The Venus Blue Print. It was there, in that moment, that one of the Rosslyn bees came down and landed on my heart. Truly one of the most humbling experiences I have had to date. It was through our experience after my trip to France that this picture started to become very clear. I was caught up in an archetype, one that had not been defined fully, at least to our awareness. I am now understanding the depth of this archetype to the point that I can see it written like code within the lives of Magdalene’s. We are like Echo’s of her life, trapped in a crystal matrix.
